The View From My Study 6 March 2026

On Wednesday’s fair World Book Day, the halls of BG were arrayed in histories of old.

As oft before, mine eyes were mightily delighted by the noble spirit of both staff and pupils – yea, of every age – who donned their brave disguises and joined full‑hearted in our revels. And revels they were indeed: a merry feast of reading, of writing, and of all the sweet arts that dwell within the realm of letters.

From the penning of postcards as timid evacuees, to the forging of verse in the darkling hush of a black‑out, and even to the venturing through chambers cunningly wrought as a literary Escape Room, the day’s endeavours were most artfully devised and wondrously stirring.

Yet let us not forget the joyous revels of our Pre‑Prep kin:

There did the younglings welcome a visiting author, whose tales and wisdom enchanted their eager ears; and, as if plucked from Wonderland itself, they did partake in a most curious Mad Hatter’s Tea Party, where whimsy reigned and imagination danced freely as the March Hare at springtide.

To my good colleagues – most especially those who labour in the noble houses of English and the Library – my deepest thanks. Their toil hath been great, their service greater still.